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How do you think the reader’s relationship with Suo both meeting while she’s out to get food for her and her sister. She’s genuinely kind and caring overall like Tanjiro from kny. How do you think they’ll get together? She’s helpful and won’t hesitate to protect those in need especially her younger siblings. She’s got a strong sense of smell acknowledging how others feel. Ty!
A To-Go Order (& Missing Utensils) | Hayato Suo x Reader
Word Count: 1233
୨ৎ Read me before interacting!
୨ৎ Pairing: Hayato Suo x Reader feat. very brief mentions of Haruka Sakura and Akihiko Nirei (when are they not, let's be so honest)
୨ৎ Song Inspiration: Hypotheticals by Lake Street Drive
୨ৎ Warnings: mdni, fluff, f!reader, ooc (definitely ooc sorry ah), swearing – if I’ve missed one, I apologize + please let me know!
୨ৎ Note: Ahh ty for the request my dearest anon! I am going to be so honest – I have never watched Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba (and I’m so embarrassed bc I just saw the latest like animated arc and it looks so good) BUT that doesn’t mean I’m not familiar with the character! I hope I do your request justice ahhhh!!! And I'm so sorry this took so long ahhhh!! Also, if I dip down into my eldest sister trauma well ... it makes it more genuine, right? ♡
Because – and this is a stretch, he knows this – but what if you didn’t have any utensils at home? How would whoever you were on the phone with be able to enjoy this delightful meal without said fork and spoon and chopsticks? And he doesn’t want to imagine what devastation and sadness look like on a lovely face like yours.
Suo hears you first before he sees you.
Maybe it’s the tone of your voice or the irritated tap of your foot on the floor, but somehow, someway you’ve got him intrigued within just a couple minutes of being in your presence.
You’re on the phone with your sister, lightly scolding her for being so reckless. She was a wild card, that girl, and when she’d heard about an easy and trendy way to cut her bangs from her friends, well, she’d only be able to confirm that it’s true if she tried it, right?
Wrong – so fucking wrong.
It was not easy, and it didn’t look trendy – and now it was you paying the price for it.
She’s sobbing so loud into your ear that you have to turn your volume down to the lowest it can go, but even that’s not enough, and at some point, you can’t help it – you blow up.
She’s no stranger to your lectures (she’s on the receiving end more often than not), but you’d told her not to do it. You’d told her that she’d hate having bangs. You’d told her to sit on the idea for a couple of days before committing to it.
But what does she do? What any good sister would do! Absolutely ignore you! Even though deep down she probably knew you were right!
You sigh, fingers massaging your temple as you shut your eyes for a quick fix of relief.
“... I’ll be home in a bit, okay? It’s not the end of the world, I promise. Now – what do you want from that Monjayaki place that you like so much?”
Suo watches the way that you smile into the phone, no doubt at the response of whoever you’re speaking to, but the smile on your lips is so warm and so fond that he gets just a bit distracted.
A small laugh leaves your lips as you repeat your sister’s order, and you end the call with, “Okay, got it. No more crying, ‘kay? I love you, and I’ll see you in a bit. Also … please put the scissors down – I’ll fix it when I get home.”
He watches the way you order, politely and respectfully, before taking a seat at the table right across from him, Sakura, Nirei, Kiryu, and Tsugeura.
He watches the way you cross your legs and take in the surroundings of the restaurant as you wait, before making eye contact with him.
He sends a small, practiced smile your way before turning his attention back to his friends.
Internally, though, Suo is just the slightest ashamed because he hadn’t meant to stare at you for so long. But, as long as you didn’t know – it was fine, right?
From his peripheral, he can see the way that you continue to stare at him in confusion before ultimately looking away, and he lets out the tiniest sigh of relief.
That … that was a close one.
He tries, truly, but he just can’t.
He just can’t stop glancing over at you. You’d piqued his interest and he couldn’t understand why.
The cashier tells you it’ll just be a couple more minutes, but you’re quickly shaking your head at them with a smile and telling them not to worry and to take their time.
And Suo can't stop wondering – because how can someone like you effortlessly exude such an air of compassion and love?
As an afterthought, Suo wonders what it would be like to be on the receiving end of it.
Your order is completed much too fast for his liking because now you’re standing up and thanking them as you grab the bag and head for the exit, and Suo feels conflicted because he’s never ever been so curious about a stranger like this before and –
You turn around as you slip out the door, intent on getting one last glance at him before you leave, but you aren’t expecting Suo to also be looking at you.
The last thing he sees is your mouth dropping in surprise and your eyes widening before the door closes – and then it’s over.
Whatever was happening between the two of you is over.
And – Suo shouldn’t feel any sort of loss from this but he does.
He ponders, briefly, if he’s missed out on something wonderful.
But he’s distracted, too distracted, apparently, to hear Sakura ask, “Who’re ya lookin’ at?”
He’s brought back to his surroundings by the soft nudge of Nirei’s shoulder, and he blinks.
“Ah, sorry Sakura-kun. Just in my thoughts, that’s all.”
Suo’s tone is friendly but firm, leaving no room for discussion.
He’d never see you again, probably, so he let that strange feeling of regret settle somewhere deep and hidden in his conscience.
He’ll get over it, he’s sure, but then he hears the cashier mutter under their breath, “Oh… I think I forgot to add utensils in there…”
Suo never lets his heart lead. Never. In fact, he can’t remember the last time that he did.
So, he’s not too sure what’s leading him now to politely excuse himself from the table or to offer the cashier his aid in delivering the utensils to you.
He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t – there’s no reason to. He doesn’t work here, he doesn’t know you, but if there’s one thing Suo’s good at, it’s reading people.
And he can’t imagine how disappointed you’ll be when you get home, only to find out that they’ve forgotten to pack your utensils.
Because – and this is a stretch, he knows this – but what if you didn’t have any utensils at home? How would whoever you were on the phone with be able to enjoy this delightful meal without said fork and spoon and chopsticks?
And he doesn’t want to imagine what devastation and sadness look like on a lovely face like yours.
But when he goes to open the door –
You’re standing right outside, hand outstretched to grab the handle and a startled look on your face.
He glances down at your hand while you glance at his – and you note the neatly wrapped-up utensils in his hand.
It’s as if time stops for just a moment as you both stand there in shock – and when your eyes meet… well, it just feels right.
“Oh I –”
“Sorry, I –”
You accidentally cut him off, and it’s awkward and uncoordinated and cute.
Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, you let out a breathless, airy laugh as you look away.
“Would you like to go first?” Suo teases, and your mouth drops open just a tiny bit at his tone.
Because who was this guy? Who’d been staring holes into your head? And who’d caught your eye once more before you left?
“I… Sorry, um, I just… Do I know you? Because you were looking at me an awful lot earlier and I don’t want to be rude,” you explain, albeit a bit flustered.
Suo blinks.
He wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt.
Being the eldest sister does things to you - like being more capable of confrontation.
“Oh. You’re not here to get your utensils?”
“Hm? Why … oh, did they not put it in here? That’s fine – I’ve got some at home.”
Suo blinks again.
You blink too.
Briefly, you wonder if the utensils in his hand are for you.
“... actually, I lied. I don’t have any at home – like, at all. Would it be possible to get some?”
#melody answers (& loves it)#hayato suo x reader#suo hayato x reader#windbreaker x reader#wind breaker (satoru nii)#hayato suo#suo hayato#melody writes (& never stops)
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Small Talk (Jason Todd x Reader, Pt 2 of 3)
(Pt 1)
Premise: Jason worries that you're just putting up with him out of a misguided sense of pity.
Jason seems about ready to dip into fight or flight mode. Though you’d be surprised if flight mode even exists in his dictionary, perhaps it only applies to the dangers of expressing emotions rather than actual physical threats.
“Okay…” you begin slowly, mulling over your words so as to not spook him off, “Well to start off. No, I don’t pity you”.
He only frowns at that, crossing his arms around his torso tighter in response. Alright, can’t say you were all too surprised by that. Trust doesn’t seem to come naturally to the guy.
You take a breath before looking him in the eye, “Jason, I like you. I like spending time with you. I like what we have… is that so hard to believe?”
Jason averts his gaze in response, seemingly unable to face you. “I-I don’t know” he grumbles, a frustrated exhale escaping his lips.
“I don’t know what you see in me. I guess I'd rather tear down whatever halo effect you’ve got going on right now, rather than waiting for you to realise what you're getting yourself into, and walking out at a later point”. At least the former offers him some false sense of control, he gets to strip down the facade and push you away on his terms.
“So you think I’m going to just up and leave the day I see the ‘real’ you?” you have to bite back a scoff at his reasoning, but insecurities can take any form, and the fear of abandonment always seems to be the front runner in his case.
You shake your head as you counter him, “Jason respectfully, there was no point at which I thought you were putting up a prince charming act, you’ve never really made much effort to hide your broodiness”.
In fact, you've always appreciated how he never put up a front, his frank personality being one of the first traits that drew you in.
He bristles at your comment, but you can see some of the tension leaving his body as he uncrosses his arms.
“Hey! I can turn up the charm when I want to”.
You raise an eyebrow in response, that’s a shoddy defense at best.
You decide against bringing up the time he set the fire alarm off attempting to cook spaghetti for the two of you, or that other time he picked up flowers for you only to get into a scuffle on the way home, leaving you with five broken stems (but 3 petals stubbornly clung on, so they still counted as flowers according to him). No, now’s not the time to bruise his ego.
You sigh, deciding to try a more direct approach instead.
“What’s this really about Jason? Have I said or done something to make you feel this way?”
The genuine question coupled with the gentle tone of your voice further disarms him. He huffs a breath as he looks away.
“No…I just- I don’t know why you put up with me at times”.
You could feel the weight of his words even though they were spoken under his breath. Put up with what exactly? His sudden disappearances? His injuries? The bouts of sour moods? He doesn’t even know. But he can only imagine the combination to be unpleasant.
You reach for his hand, which is currently bunched up into a fist by his side before continuing “Jason… I love what we have. I mean, I know you’ve got your bad days, but you’ve never taken them out on me...”
You take a deep breath feeling somewhat hesitant about your next words, but knowing they need to be said.
“Look, I don’t know much about your past, and frankly I don’t need to, I enjoy what we have right now… But it seems like you’ve been let down plenty of times before, and those fears are being projected onto us".
He stiffens, confronted with the truth he barely lets himself think about. Instead of facing it head on, he chooses to deflect.
“That doesn’t seem like enough of a reason for you to stick around”
He may be trying to sidetrack the conversation, but you’re done beating around the bush. You need him to know he’s enough, more than enough. That you’re happy with him and not just putting up with him for the sake of it.
“Does it bother you? That I like you just the way you are?”
He hunches over at your words, choosing to face the muted television screen instead of you.
“Not bother… I guess it’s a bit hard to believe. I mean I know I’m quite the looker and have a wicked sense of humour” he says dryly, though you don’t miss his attempt at biting back a snicker, “But man do I come with a lot of baggage” he concludes with a self depreciating groan.
You shake your head as you scoot closer to him on the couch, “Will you give yourself some grace for once? It doesn't seem like you were dealt the best hand in life” you retort, feeling defensive on his behalf.
“You’re trying to make sense of it all, you’re trying to do what’s right. Shouldn't that count for something? Don’t discount your efforts”
He shakes his head as he turns to face you, conflict colouring his features.
“But isn’t it exhausting to keep up with (Name)? I can’t exactly offer stability- Hell, I can’t even say trouble finds me, I actively go seek it... I mean, I don’t even know what my future’s gonna look like, let alone what our future will look like”.
Why stay when you can go seek out something more secure, more certain?
That question remained unsaid. Maybe he was being a coward, but part of him didn’t want to probe for answers he was not ready to hear.
“Jason, I’m not going give up what we have now because of a pessimistic ‘what if’ future that may never come to be… You make me happy. You’re so good to me. I wish you could see that”.
Feelings of sadness and frustration settle within you at his incessant attempts to downplay himself. Downplay what he means to you.
You spend a moment wracking your brain, trying to conjure up the magic words that will get through to him. Considering which memories you can point to as evidence for your case, what traits of his you can highlight in your defence. But so many moments flit through your mind, warm memories playing over like a cinema reel, you don’t even know which to choose from.
That itself is enough proof that’s there’s plenty of reason to stay right here, by his side.
Now it was just a matter of getting him to see the same.
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Initially thought of writing this in 2 parts but 1am big brain energy has given me enough ideas for a pt 3.
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It's April in Jorvik - ( sabine x reader ) Chapter 1
hi! I plan to crosspost this fanfic to AO3 as soon as I get my invite :')
( cw: swearing. )
It’s April in Jorvik.
The snow is off the ground, the grass is green, and the Equestrian Festival is finishing its preparations.
And as for you, you were truly excited for it, but now you’re stuck running errands for your fellow Soul Riders… again.
You thought last year was ridiculous dealing with Alex and Linda’s last minute tasks, but this year was even worse. Both Anne and Lisa were tagging along this year which has added on to your own preparations for the festival. As much as you’re usually happy to help, you can’t help but curse to yourself this time for being so willingly. Stupid Soul Rider nonsense. All you wanted to do was practice and prepare your horses for the events you were set to participate in. But no, you’re were dealing with setting up another booth for the girls, helping Lisa gather her tack and outfits, and attempting to prevent Concorde from spooking at everything. Thankfully, everything other than Concorde has been dealt with, but now you’re losing light and you’re walking your horse next to Anne while she hand walks Concorde.
This reincarnation of Concorde is, respectfully, a major pain in the ass. She still isn’t able to talk just yet, even after being aged by Vala, so it makes every situation worse because she can’t even tell you what her problem is. You were riding your starbreed, who is just about as fed up as you with everything. Unfortunately, for your horse, he was the best option for putting up with Concorde’s bullshit. The gelding pinned his ears at every out of line movement by Concorde. If she got too close he nipped at her, putting her back in line. By this point, you’ve figured out that she hates the balloons, so you were doing slow laps around the arena to get her accustomed to them.
After your tenth lap Concorde finally calmed down enough to walk without trying to break free from Anne’s grasp.
“ Anne, it's like 8pm. I think she’s about as desensitized to everything as she’s gonna get .” You give a gentle tug on your horse's reins and his ears pricked back up as he stopped. Anne looked at you and looked back to her horse, defeated. You hop off your gelding and give his neck a good pat.
“ She’s as good as she’s going to get. ” Anne reiterates your sentiment with a sigh.
“ Can we please get back to the stables? Between everything I’ve done today, I haven’t had time to see my other horses that I might be riding tomorrow. ”
Anne nods. “ I have to deal with cleaning up Concorde anyways. She isn’t anywhere where she needs to be if she’s possibly going to be performing tomorrow. ” The grey mare pinned her ears back at her and snorted in annoyance at the notion she isn’t up to par. Does it make sense to clean a grey horse the night before a competition..? Who knows, but you aren’t gonna rain on her parade. However, Concorde’s a priss so maybe she’d stay clean. The two of you start your walk back over to the stables and trailers. You don’t bother to grab your starbreed’s reins, he follows you along like a dog. Besides, you’re too focused on making sure Concorde doesn’t try to pull a fast one on the two of you.
“ Where are you stalling her? Are you bringing her back to your home stable or are you staying here for the night? ”
“ I could not imagine leaving her here. ” Anne practically scoffed at you. “ We are going back home. I won’t lie, I truly don’t know how I’d fit all of my outfits and whatnot into a suitcase. Also, where on earth would I get ready? ”
“ I’m staying at the inn? A lot of the people who are competing are staying at the inn? ” You give her a look. Anne returned the look and rolled her eyes.
“ Yeah, not happening. I’ll just deal with waking up earlier tomorrow. “ You shrug at her and the two of you finish your walk to the stable and part ways. Your horse audibly breathed a sigh of relief when Concorde was out of sight. You chuckled at him and gave him a pat on the shoulder.
“ Yeah, I know. That was awful. But, hey, you were great, boy. ” You gave him a rub on the forehead. “ Let’s get that tack off of you, you deserve some rest. ” You led him to his stall and untacked him, leaving his tack on the stand next to his stall door.
As you walked out the stall he tried to follow behind, but was stopped by you closing his door. He bobbed his head and snorted at you in protest.
“ I didn’t forget bud, I promise. ” You rummage through the bag you brought and grab your bucket of Stud Muffins. The starbreed eagerly, but politely, snatched the treat from your hand, satisfied.
You turn to the next couple of stalls and see the two other horses you brought with you. You were set to compete in a few categories in the following days and decided to use some of your other horses to give them some time away from the stables.
Your starbreed was going to be your horse for the cross country section. That honestly should be a given from the amount of nonsense the two of you have gotten yourself into throughout all of Jorvik.
You brought an 11 year-old Belgian Warmblood gelding for show jumping. Thunder is black with a small snip on his nose and he towers over you at a good 16.9 hands. He’s been with you for a while now and has proved to be a fantastic performer.
Finally, you brought your new 6 year-old Andalusian mare for dressage. Daybreak is a gorgeous dapple grey mare, you are still in awe that you managed to snag her. In all honesty, you aren’t too serious about the dressage portion, but you thought it’d be a good experience just to test out your new mare in the ring. However, you know that she’d be fantastic no matter the rider.
You give the two of them their own Stud Muffins and give them both a scratch for good measure.
You were in your own world when suddenly two tall shadows nearly made you jump out of your skin. At the entrance of the stable a tall woman walks in leading a large black Fresian through the door. It doesn’t take you long to realize who it was.
Sabine.
Of course. Why wouldn’t she be here? She was the last two years. You briefly recall the events that transpired between the two of you last April and the one before.
You stay silent and try to finish up your chores for the night, grabbing a bucket for your horses’ grain. Khaan's steps thundering through the otherwise silent barn.
Annnnnnd of course she has Khaan stalled right next to your overly friendly gelding, Thunder. You mentally groan and try to not let your embarrassment show. The black gelding immediately tries to make friends with Khaan through the bars separating their stalls. The larger stallion pins his ears back at the attention, but doesn’t truly react until Sabine exits the stall. The moment she closes the stall door, the Fresian emits the lowest squeal you’ve ever heard from a horse and he kicks at the wall separating them. Thunder backs off and goes to seek attention from Sabine. She ignores his attempts and flings Khaan’s lead rope over her shoulder.
Sabine glares in your direction before turning to a bag sat next to Khaan’s stall door, pulling out a hoof pick and returning inside Khaan’s stall. Hm, bold after your horse just raised hell.
“ Wouldn’t have taken you as a person with more than one horse. ” She commented as she began to work on Khaan’s hooves, not bothering to make eye contact with you. “ Thought a Soul Rider would be too loyal to even think about it. ”
You try and fail miserably to stop yourself from chuckling which earns you another glare and scowl in your direction when she puts Khaan’s hoof down.
“ And I wouldn’t take the Dark Rider as one that would stall their horse in a public stable. ” You shoot back at her sarcastically, but lightheartedly. “ But I guess, no one else really knows that you’re a Dark Rider here. So, what difference does it make? ” You say as you dump grain into Thunder’s feed bucket, which makes him entirely forget about Sabine and Khaan.
“ You should see my home stable. It’d make your head spin if you think me having two other horses is more than you expected. ” You make your way back to your bag of grain, making Daybreak’s dinner. Sabine gave an audible huff as she finished up her work on her horse’s feet. She exited the stall again and threw the pick down in her bag.
“ I don’t think it’s really any of your business why I have Khaan stalled here. Why don’t you just focus on your horses and I’ll deal with mine.” Ah there you go, that’s the Sabine you remember.
“Hey, you spoke first.” You dump the grain into your mare’s bucket. The two of you go to your work in awkward silence. You weren’t really sure why you were comfortable being alone with her, or moreso, why you didn't feel threatened by her presence. However, your starbreed wasn’t too happy about her being so close to you. You could feel him grow uneasy as you heard him pace and paw at the ground. Maybe you were too tired to really acknowledge the amount of danger you could be in? However, she didn’t seem too intimidating right now. If anything, she was a bit underwhelming for what you’d expect.
You finish up your tasks with your horses and hang your feed bucket up. Looking over to Sabine you see that she’s fiddling with something in her bag.
“ If you get bored again, I’m always up for a chase around Jarlaheim between competitions. ” You said picking up your bag. “ I could always use the warmup for my horses. ” Sabine stops what she was doing and cocks an eyebrow at you.
“ And willingly give you what you'd consider an advantage? That’s the stupidest shit I think I ever heard you say Soul Rider. ” She practically chuckles at you, dumbfounded by your words.
“ Thought you’d enjoy the chance to kick my ass and leave me in the dirt. You know, like the last two years. ” You shrugged. “ Whatever. If you change your mind I’ll be around. ” You walk off and make your way back to the inn to call it a night, not waiting for her response.
That was fucking stupid.
#star stable online#star stable#sso#sabine#sabinesso#sabine x reader#sso sabine#sabine sso#sso anne#sso alex#sso linda#sso lisa
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I feel like you misunderstood my original post.
(Tw for discussion of fanon depictions of abuse, sorry this wasn’t supposed to get so serious)
One, I never said that Kalmaar was a dad? I specifically said “family” in the original in order to include him.
Two, you should know that just because a character likes their abusive/toxic parent does not negate the fact that they were abusive/toxic. In fact it is very normal for someone to still feel some attachment to someone else who is unhealthy for them. Just because you think you like someone or know someone, doesn’t mean they have the best intentions for you (low key I think that if the victim seems fine with an otherwise worrying situation, I’m worried for you).
As for reasons why I think Skylor and Vania were in unhealthy relationships, is that I don’t think there’s a situation where a parent can willingly put their child in harms way as quick as Chen and Vangelis did, without first already having some emotional detachment first. If they loved their children as they should, then opening the trapdoor shouldn’t have been their first instinct. But since they did immediately resort to harming and discarding their children, it calls to question how much they really loved them in the first place.
Also just bc Skylor took over the Noodle business doesn’t mean Chen didn’t try to hurt her? Ik some people cope with unhealthy relationships by distance, but you can’t generalise so many people. People have all sorts of different reactions and unique conditions that cause them to cope differently. I think Skylor probably took on the business as a way to reclaim Chen’s stamp on the world and make it better, and that’s her way of coping. Also she needs income so it makes sense that she’d take advantage of the assets given to her. Just because someone doesn’t show traditional symptoms of something, doesn’t mean it’s not the case.
Just end of, it’s not a healthy relationship if your father willingly picks being a snake over being your dad.
Three, I feel your definition of toxic is different to mine. I was just using “toxic” as in “harmful” in terms of relationships. I assume emotional abuse falls under that. I’m not sure what definition you are using, and can’t really find a concrete definition that separates the two. If I am misusing the word, I’m sorry.
My intention in the og post was only to point out that fandom tends to insert canon divergent ideas about specifically Misako wu and Julien that paint those characters as much worse than in the show (like Misako is transphobic, or Julien is physically abusive), when these traits are more easily attributed to Chen, Vangelis and Kalmaar who are actually canonically violent, manipulative and verbally abusive. Sorry if “toxic” was the wrong word to get this point across, I was only using it generally as I’m under the impression that “abuse” is more precise (and last I checked toxic was more of a slang/colloquial term). I apologise if that’s incorrect. Hopefully this explanation makes the point more clear.
Not Ninjago fandom trying to pretend that Misako, Wu, Julien and whoever else were toxic family when Chen, Vangelis and Kalmaar are right there.
#do like how you circle back to agreeing with my original post in that kalmaar is indeed toxic tho#at this point if this doesn’t make sense to you now I will respectfully leave the conversation because I don’t want to have to explain it#again#thx#reblog#Ninjago#is this discourse?
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As a Marcia x Two-Bit shipper, their entire relationship in Cursed Tulsa seems interesting. Do you have more information on it?
Just as Timewing got super excited about Darry, Novva got really excited about Mar-bit so I let her take the lead on this one.
Let it be known that Mar-bit itself isn’t set in stone to be canon, since we like to leave some of the stuff open for interpretation, but people are free to read into their relationship however they like; hence Novva’s explanation about them!! Like last time, Novva's bullet point for each section is the first one, and any comments of mine are the second bullet. The rest is below the cut >:)
How the relationship starts.
- Pretty obviously, it actually doesn’t even begin right off the bat. They really do start off as friends who kinda kiss in private. For a while, it was likely just a relationship that they would so subtly stare at each other respectfully but because of Social Norms, the whole Cursed thing, and Marcia’s reputation, they both essentially thought of each other as something they love but cannot have. (This is arguably the first time Marcia has had a relationship like this, where she cannot even enter a relationship with him without permanently damaging her reputation as a Soc.) When they do get together, it is likely months after the events of the book and when Two-Bit’s finally given the chance and beginning to digest and recover from the trauma he received at his jumping. Since Johnny’s got his mobility aids by now, the prosthetic is likely in the works, and Paul’s making up with Darry, gives Two the perfect opportunity to heal himself mentally and try to see if he can trust Marcia like how he once did. - Novva's spot on. Two doesn't even trust being around Marcia for the first few months post-jumping, but over time she finds a way to rebuild that bridge between them and they begin to bond again. He's still on edge, and freaks out anytime she touches his wings (whether accidental or purposeful), but he knows she's not trying to be malicious. My rough estimate is it's probably 5 or 6 months post-jumping that they give their relationship a chance; as it gives Two time to heal but also would give Marcia the chance to decide if she's willing to risk her reputation if word ever got out.
The cracks in the relationship.
- For instance; Two-Bit is terrified of being hurt again even though he knows Marcia wouldn’t hurt him like how her friends did. The jumping was an experience that traumatized him to the point of not even trusting his own mother for a while, and his mother wasn’t even there! How could he even trust his girlfriend, who was there and witnessed it all first-hand? Another crack is Marcia’s willingness. She fought tooth and nail for his trust and everything else and definitely wasn’t taking other’s bullshit. It uneased Two-Bit at first, seeing someone he thought was soft and innocent, full-on just beating up one of the many Socs who mutilated his wing and tortured him. He knows she means well, but isn’t it still scary to see it? - Yyyyeah Two was definitely super closed off and defensive for a long while, even when he watched her step up to his defense. Trust is a difficult thing to gain, and although she does get it back, he knows better than to give a soc that much leeway for a good while. The irrational part of his brain can't help but wonder if that attitude she holds against the socs who jumped him could be turned onto him as well; if that makes sense.
The relationship as a whole.
- They are very good for each other. They have a very similar sense of humor, regularly joke with each other, all that shit. (Someone referred to them as Brains ((Marcia)) and Brawn ((Two)) and definitely got punched though) Two-Bit is an affectionate person by nature and instinct, and Marcia just goes with the flow and will accept nearly everything given to her. - Novva's pretty spot on. The only thing I can say is that I doubt Two would care for the Brains and Brawn joke, it's probably Marcia upset on his behalf and he's just there like an unbothered king
The first time preening.
- It definitely comes as a surprise to Marcia. She knew the importance of preening for Harpy from Evie (they’re besties and I will fight you if you say they aren’t) but even then Evie doesn’t know much. Anyway, it was fully a surprise when the two were just cuddling and he asked. Mind you, at this point in time, Marcia had avoided so much as to brush a hand on the wings out of fear of him getting scared or even attacking her. It took about 20 or so minutes for Two-Bit to even so much as get used to Marcia’s touch, a touch he’d been terrified of at first. There were multiple times he flinched and she’d stop entirely. If you can’t tell yet I think about them a lot. And I also have more. #sedatemeplease It takes even LONGER to show PDA. Both of them love affection but are scared shitless of being jumped by someone over it. That doesn’t mean they won’t absolutely cuddle and softly kiss the shit out of the other if given the chance. No, they aren’t that couple that makes out in class but there's been a few instances where it got close to that /silly - I don't have much to comment on lmao, Two definitely had to be the one to propose preening compared to Marcia's offering, but he was definitely so on edge when he asked. Honestly, I can imagine they had 2 or 3 failed attempts to preen (where Two asked, they tried, and he got too freaked out to continue) but they did eventually figure it out <3. I think that Two was likely less anxious about PDA than Marcia since his nature as a flock creature makes him pretty clingy and a big affection fan, but he restrained more for the sake of her reputation.
The feather necklace.
- As stated before and in my doodles of it, the feather that Marcia was gifted is in fact, woven into the necklace itself (destroying the feather = destroying the entire necklace itself) It’s got some shiny parts in it, small beads or and other parts of jewelry that was taken actually from the little trinkets that Two’s given Marcia on her windowsill. Marcia did not break her own jewelry, her mother wouldn’t let her. Marcia was hesitant to wear it in public at first, that new but terrifying fear of having this taken away from her very much showing. She did keep it on her person though, it kept Two-Bit happy even if she wasn’t sure if it was safe to wear it yet. It was never safe to wear it in lmao. - I have nothing to add this is on the dot too LMAO.
MARCIA’S FIRST JUMPING!
- Taking this from Foster’s post, but Two was seriously pissed off and also scared shitless for her. While she was on a walk, for a while he would fly behind her and would swoop down to pick her up if he saw ANY Soc car slow down near her. Eventually, she was able to take walks without his dive-bombing, but she was forced to take a weapon in case things got out of hand. And he absolutely got other Harpies involved. Angela Shepard herself might not like Marcia all that much due to her being a Soc, but she was absolutely hell-bent on torturing Bev for weeks. Bev’s tires were slashed, and she got jumped for the first time and had it arguably worse, but the message was delivered either way. Evie also definitely took part in intimidating Bev in the jumping. - Nothing to add, the girls look out for each other <3 As they should.
#foster talks#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#foster answers#cursed tulsa#cursed tulsa au#marbit#marcia x two bit#two bit mathews#marcia the outsiders#the outsiders marcia
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A Second Chance, A Father's Curse - Part 6 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)
This is a bit longer than usual because it took me a while to find a stopping point that I felt made sense, but I'm really excited to keep writing this series, after all it's only just beginning! Thanks for your patience :)
Part 5 here
Warnings: None
Word count: 3.9k
“Mustard leaf,” The small murmur makes you look up from your desk. You hadn’t even heard the door open, but in front of you stands your man-of-little-words royal advisor. He tilts his head, his question remaining wordless, and you sigh, “Good morning Inumaki, no I am not alright, but I suppose it’s partially my fault so I have no right to complain,”
He frowns and pulls a chair up, resting his elbows on the desk, “Salmon,” He encourages you softly, “Salmon salmon,” You take that as encouragement to speak up about your woes and so you put down your pencil, “I can feel him out there,” You murmur.
“I can feel his pain clearly now, I can feel how uncomfortable he still is here, he pretends for my sake but I wish he would tell me what he wants,” Inumaki pulls a blank sheet of paper and borrows your pencil, scrawling something quickly. News of his father?
You shake your head, “Nothing so far, but the coronation is in a few days…” You trail off, rubbing the scar on your cheek, “It seems his paranoia has rubbed off on me, I haven’t slept well since this happened,” You gesture to the thin line of crudely healed skin. He taps his masked chin with the tip of the pencil before writing something else: My technique, help you sleep?
Seriously contemplating it for a second you get lost in the idea of finally getting a full night of rest but you shake your head, “As much as I’d appreciate the help, I can’t risk not being of right mind if something does happen, I need to be able to lead my people especially this close to the coronation,”
“Bonito flakes,” He grumbles, pushing the paper towards you again. You cannot lead on no sleep. “He’s right, you need sleep my lady,” Gojo’s voice rings out from the doorway, which you once again hadn’t heard open.
“What are you doing here? What happened at the training session?” You ask quickly, pushing to your feet and stepping around the desk towards him. He pushes his hood back, adjusting the blindfold over his eyes and dipping his head respectfully, “Ryomen is incredibly strong, and more than willing to learn, but occasionally I have noticed that he struggles with internal conflicts. I don’t know if this is some remnant curse placed on him by his father or if this is just his lingering discomfort,”
You look back out the window past your desk, leaning your hands on the old cherry wood as you sigh. “Your highness,” Gojo says, “I have reason to believe that Ryomen’s bloodline, on his mother’s side, was incredibly powerful. Maybe even more so than his father,” You clench your hands into fists, trying to control your breathing.
You’d brought him here, if he turned out to be a threat it would be your fault. But… he’d been so willing, so pliable. Maybe even too pliable. You’d never wanted control of him, you’d only wanted to save him from his father.
His damned father, seemingly the root cause of all of this. “Jin Itadori doesn’t have a recorded domain expansion, but Ryomen is strong enough that there is no doubt he does, maybe even one without a barrier,” This makes you look back at the blindfolded sorcerer, your blood going cold, “…What did you just say?”
It’s not as if you’d doubted it for a second, from the moment you met him you knew deep down he must’ve had a domain, whether he knew it or not. Heck, you had one and you aren’t even half as powerful as he is.
“Mustard leaves!” Inumaki exclaims towards Gojo, before grabbing your hand and making you look to him instead of getting lost in your thoughts, “Salmon, salmon,” He emphasises the positive affirmation of his linguistic range, “Tuna,” He grabs the paper again and shows it to you.
Do you trust him? You look up into his purple eyes, slowly shaking your head, “I don’t know, I don’t know, can I anymore?” You whisper, “What is his domain? What is his technique?” You ask Gojo. “We… haven’t figured that out yet, in fact he doesn’t even know that I’m here, I came here to talk to you while he spars hand-to-hand with Geto,”
Your shoulders droop again at the mention of your personal guard, “I still need to apologise to him,” You murmur. “You did nothing wrong,” Inumaki’s voice is a bit hoarse and hesitant, but there’s no chance that sentence could affect you in any way despite the soft wave of cursed energy that washes over your ears, “He should apologise,”
Gojo slaps a hand over his mouth and Inumaki apologises quickly before falling quiet again. “Sorry your highness!” Gojo blurts, before poking his tongue out, “Blegh! God I hate when you do that,” Inumaki grumbles wordlessly and folds his arms, making you smile slightly at the mishap, “Gojo will you fetch Geto for me? Tell him I need to speak with him,”
He nods, “Oh, and let Ryomen know he’s free to sleep in the castle tonight if he wishes, I know how cold the sorcerer tower can be, I’ll have the maids prepare the room across the hall,” You bite your thumbnail a little, “I… I think?” “You think?” He raises a snowy eyebrow, half turned to leave. “I…” You shake your head, “Yes, tell him that, Inumaki will you tell my maids to prepare the room opposite mine?”
Your advisor nods, writing the instruction on a separate piece of paper before the two men leave, allowing you to slump back into your chair. You pick up the pencil again and scrawl down a quick note addressed to your husband detailing first an apology, then your wish for him to become accustomed to Iqoria in his own time, and finally informing him that your decision was not made without hesitation and anxiety, but you need him to come to you when he is ready and you will no longer command him if he doesn’t wish to be commanded.
Once the letter is finished there is a knock at the door and you sign it, “Come in,” You look up at Geto who looks nervous, something you hate seeing on his face particularly because he’s been your rock for almost your entire life. A second older brother, a guardian, someone you can lean on. Now he looks like a scared dog, hackles raised, a cut on his cheek matching your own.
“You wished to see me your highness?” You screw your eyes shut for a moment, rubbing your forehead to try and rid yourself of the memories of your bloody nightgown, “Yes, please sit down,” You gesture to the chair Inumaki left behind.
He moves to sit, keeping his hands neatly folded in his lap as you look up to him. A drop of blood trails down his cheek and he scrunches his nose slightly, trying to ignore it as you quietly watch him. You reach over the desk and wipe your thumb over the cut, feeling him flinch slightly as your energy stings the wound, sealing it up neatly.
It won’t scar, not like yours has. “Suguru,” You murmur, bringing your arm back to your body, his blood drying and making the tip of your thumb slightly tacky. “Your highness,” He breathes, refusing to meet your gaze, “You have my sincerest apologies for the way I have been acting since the ball in Khoccadia,”
You hadn’t summoned him here for this, but you know he needs it so you allow him to continue.
“I… Forgive me for overstepping but you are my sister, not by blood but by soul, and… and I don’t want to lose you. The prince is powerful, more powerful than anyone I’ve ever met before, and if I can’t protect you from him if the need arises then what use am I?” You can sense his frustration, he stands and starts pacing the room, his strides long as he flexes his knuckles.
After he does a few laps of the room he takes a deep breath, “Your highness, please say something,” He whispers.
“Y/n,” You reply softly, “Suguru, it’s always just been Y/n for you,” A tear slips down his cheek through the smear of blood, leaving a clean trail, “Our societal standings would say the opposite,” You shake your head, “This isn’t the ancient times, Suguru, you grew up alongside me,” You stand up, smoothing out your skirts, “Though we quarrel now and then, I don’t want to stop being able to trust you. I want to be able to look to you if I need a shoulder,”
Though you don’t move around the desk to him, he still dips his head slightly at your words, “I accept your apology, and would like to extend my own, in the hopes that when Ryomen’s discipline training is complete you will return to your post as my personal guard, renewed and stronger than ever,”
You see his shoulders stiffen slightly and he looks back up into your eyes, searching for something within them, “You… still want me to protect you?” You nod, “Of course you will have the help you always have had from the other guards, but I need you Suguru,” You say simply, “I am to be Queen, and the Queen chooses her guard, does she not? Who better than the Captain himself?”
He nods, “Yes, she does, thank you for your kindness princess,” He whispers as if he still doesn’t believe it. You nod, satisfied with how the meeting has gone, “Now, the coronation is in three days and I expect you and your guards to be looking their best, understood Captain?”
He nods, his smile returning softly, “I will make sure of it,” “Go then, and take my blessings and well-wishes for the guards with you,” He sweeps out of the room with renewed confidence, but yours is only crushed more so. With a wave of your hand the door is pulled shut by one of the guards outside and you sit heavily back in your chair, rubbing your temples with fingers sore from writing all day.
A few rogue thoughts cross your mind and you find yourself wishing for company, but loathing the idea of conversation. You don’t know who you would call to talk anyway. Ryomen doesn’t want to be around you right now, you sent Inumaki away, Shoko would just tell you about your parents and even your maids have become closed off in the wake of your brother’s death.
Perhaps they fear that you’ll become harsher upon your ascension to the throne, but what good would that serve you? Turning your own people against you would be a foolish move, especially now.
Your mind begins to wander amongst a dark forest of thoughts and questions you’re not even sure you want the answers to. Why was Ryomen so powerful? Who was his mother? Why do you feel so drawn to him? And why can’t you shake the sickening feeling that something awful is happening beyond the city walls?
His father, of course, must be rallying his forces to march on your kingdom. This you’re sure of, you didn’t personally meet the man but you could tell just by looking at him that he doesn’t play by halves. No, there’s something else, something just beyond your sight that you can’t put your finger on.
You scribble another letter, marking it with the royal seal, before leaving the room with your head held high, both letters clutched in your hands. The first, detailing a search mission, you give to Gojo’s apprentice Yuta Okkotsu, equally strong to his teacher and loyal beyond mortal ties. The second, addressed to your husband, you ask Yuta to deliver before he leaves as you don’t know which room Ryomen will seek refuge in tonight.
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“You didn’t think I’d just let you leave, right?” A voice pierces the darkness and a form melts from the shadows. It’s Megumi, and Choso puts himself between the Shikigami user and his brothers, “Not without a fight it seems,” The man growls, his hands clenched as he summons his energy.
Thanks to his father’s experiments Choso is no longer human, cursed with his father’s ambitions and his toxic pride he finds himself unable to die from his own technique, a form of extensive blood manipulation that hasn’t been seen for many centuries. He knows he must reveal this trump card to his brothers if he wishes for them to escape, but before he has the chance to make a move Megumi steps fully into the light, brushing a few stray hairs from his face.
“Come on, your dad will be able to sense us going, if we want to get out it has to be quick,” Choso hears Yuji sigh with relief behind him and he reluctantly lowers his guard, “You’re not here to stop us?” “Look I ran away from one awful family, I’m not about to stop you from running from another, in fact I’d much rather go with you,”
Kechizu shifts on Yuji’s back, “Is that Megumi?” He asks quietly, “Is he coming with us?” “Yes, yes he is,” Yuji murmurs, “But we have to go now,” The group makes their way under the protection of Megumi’s shadows to the stables, where they take no more than three horses and ride out into the night, Eso sharing with Choso and Kechizu still clinging to Yuji.
Megumi out the front leads with Nue high in the sky, keeping watch behind. They stay off the main roads, barely able to see Nue above through the trees but following behind Megumi’s confident form as he pushes a path through the underbrush on his black stallion.
They ride well into the morning as Nue calls out every so often, warning them of travellers or hunting parties, but none are so foolish as to stray from the path and stumble into the runaways.
“We will reach the Creyarean district by midday, I recommend we stop there to eat and then continue on, if you wish to reach Iqoria as close to the coronation as possible we cannot waste time,” Megumi informs the group as he drops back slightly, “Does your brother know you’re coming?”
Choso and Yuji exchange a glance, “He doesn’t,” Eso answers for them, “But… but he won’t send us away, will he?” He looks to Choso, “He might be mean but he loves us, right?” Choso finds he cannot reply, only nodding to the fifteen-year-old. Eso and Kechizu are so small for their age, both sharing Choso’s technique which came from a close family of lords they were related to distantly by blood, but Yuji inherited an ancient family technique from their mother’s side instead.
Ryomen had ended up with a deadly combination of Jin Itadori’s technique and something he’d never revealed to them from his mother, something that amplified his power beyond safe limits and had driven Jin Itadori to curse the castle with a powerful suppression technique. It had taken a toll on the five boys, Ryomen the least, and weakened them all so much that Choso found he couldn’t perform his duties or attend to his studies to their fullest.
Now that they were free, now that they were gone, Choso could feel the cursed energy surging through his body, could feel his connection to his brothers through their blood clear as the sun shining above. It also meant he could reach out and sense Ryomen in the mist, more shrouded than the other three because of their different lineage, but still there. Still alive.
He didn’t know if he was comforted by the knowledge, but it certainly made him feel better to be able to sense all of his brothers again. “You stay here, I’ll go and get food from the market,” Megumi breaks into Choso’s thoughts as they approach the edge of the outer Creyarean district. “You can’t go in there alone-!” Yuji exclaims, but Megumi shoots him a glare.
“You two stand out too much,” He looks between Yuji and Choso, “And we can’t leave Eso and Kechizu on their own, just stay here,” He urges his horse towards the buildings, “If you see Nue without me, ride like the wind for Iqoria and don’t look back, once you’re inside their borders you should be safe,”
None of the boys liked that answer, that meant leaving Megumi behind in an unfamiliar place with people who more than likely wanted to kill him for assisting their escape. Once the Captain is gone, Yuji looks at Choso, “We’re not leaving him behind,” He grunts, “I don’t care if you’re older, this is non-negotiable,”
“If we’re not leaving Megumi behind, then we’re sending Eso and Kechizu on without us,” Choso shoots back, standing his ground, “They’re still not strong enough to help us,” “We’re strong!” Eso complains, but Choso shoots him a look, “Kechizu cannot navigate the world unaided as of right now, and you can barely control your technique, you’re no match on a battlefield with experienced fighters, understand?”
Eso slumps down onto his butt, Kechizu shuffling until he’s sat nestled against his brother’s side, “Just… be careful,” Kechizu murmurs, looking up in Choso’s direction with his black eyes, “Please big brother,” The black haired prince clenches his fists, gritting his teeth, “I would tear apart the heavens and the earth to keep you all safe, careful comes second, that is my non-negotiable,”
~
Nothing in this world can prepare you for the overwhelming loneliness of your bed inevitably being empty tonight. Despite the fact it has been a few days since you liberated Ryomen from his cage at your side, you felt even less prepared to return to your chambers where you know the sheets will remain cold even with the fire in the fireplace set to burn until the morning.
So its at your desk you remain, the dying light of the sun at your back not serving as distraction enough to make you raise your head. You’ve been reading up on old coronation customs, reading the literary accounts of your mother’s coronation and looking through the designs you chose for the day itself.
From your dress, the flower arrangements, jewellery and most importantly the tiara which will serve as your unique ‘casual’ diadem separate from the official state crown. Your mother had a hand in designing it, you could tell from the ways in which it would inevitably complement your features such as your face shape and hair type.
After signing a few official documents regarding civilian movement and protection orders, you lean back in your chair, slipping your feet out of your comfortable heels and tucking your knees up to your chest. It can get so daunting in the endless quiet, the stone floor of the castle layered with thick carpet dampening almost every sound and making you feel isolated.
Minutes pass and you eventually curl up, the chair big enough to support you sitting sideways pretty comfortably, resting your head and taking in the details of your skirts. Maybe you could go to Geto, but would he welcome you with open arms or do you still need to regain his loyalty? Inumaki is a no, you’ll just be tempted to ask him to put you to sleep.
“My lady?” A voice beyond the door calls for you and you look up, inviting them in. It’s one of the guards stationed at the door, her face young but downturned with worry, “Do you wish for us to accompany you to your chambers?” She asks.
You stay quiet for a few moments before sighing, “I do not wish to return to the emptiness of my rooms, but if I must then I will,” She smiles softly, “Surely you do not intend to sleep in here my lady?” You smile sadly in return, “In fact that is exactly what I was intending,” After a few moments where the guard shifts awkwardly, unsure of what to say, she bows her head.
“Come, allow us to accompany you to your rooms, it will be much more comfortable despite the emptiness,” Eventually you stand, leaning down and grabbing your shoes so you don’t have to put them back on, “Lead the way then ma’am,” You gesture with an arm and the pair of them, the other a middle-aged gentleman, guide you unobstructed through the halls back to your room.
You’ve been unable to look at the bedsheets without seeing flashes of blood, feeling twinges of phantom pain in your cheek, “Will you be alright?” The female guard asks you, her hand resting on the doorknob as you stand just inside, thinking deeply. You look back to her, “Yes, I think I will be, will you send for Shoko? I want to see if she can do anything about this scar,” You gesture to your face.
With a nod, the door swings shut and you’re alone once more. This is what you dreaded, being left with only your thoughts for company, but you decide to passively fight back by quickly drawing a bath for yourself to cleanse your mind. The warmth envelops your body and you sigh, slouching down until just your head is above water. The foetal position becomes your safe space, your ankles crossed and legs hugged tightly to your chest.
It’s not long before you doze off, the weight of the day finally pushing you under as you go back over everything, making sure you didn’t forget anything important. “Your highness?” A call from your room rouses you from your drowsy state. You’re irritated for a few seconds before you remember you called for Shoko, “In here,” You grumble.
“Your guards said you wanted to see me about the scar?” She asks as she comes into the bathroom, moving until she’s sat beside the bathtub on the floor, “Is it bothering you?” You reach up to it, bringing your hand out of the water and running your fingers over where you know it lies, “Not visually, but it stings from time to time,” You explain, “Can you get rid of it?”
She nods, “It’s also probably a good idea because it cuts through one of your tattoos,” She murmurs, examining it a little closer as she leans over the tub, the ends of her hair draping into the water and getting wet. Her thumb passes over your cheek and though you feel nothing, she nods to herself, “There, now you’ll be perfect for coronation day,” She blinks drowsily, “Any news from Khoccadia?”
You shake your head, “I wish he would just do something, I hate waiting, every passing day is another day that my people are threatened by an enemy I cannot strike first,” You sigh, leaning your head back, “Will you pass me a towel?” She stands up and grabs one of the fluffy white towels on the shelf nearby, leaving it at the edge of the bath for you to grab, “Will you be needing your maids?”
You shake your head, “As much as the silence is killing my morale, I need to be alone,” You scoop some water and rub it into your face a little, “I’ll be alright, go get some sleep yourself,���
She leaves, and you spend a good few minutes crying. At least this way nobody will be able to tell when you get out of the bath, or tomorrow morning when you wake up.
Where are you when I need you the most?
Where is anyone when I need them?
~
It’s only a matter of time.
After all, we have him now.
We have everything we need to topple the thrones of man.
“This is going to be fun!”
I hope you're all enjoying it so far :) much love
Part 7
Taglist: @love-jelly @nousija
#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x you#ryomen sukuna#jjk x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x you#suguru geto#satoru gojo#choso kamo#yuji itadori#geto suguru#megumi fushiguro#toge inumaki#inumaki toge#shoko ieiri#yuta okkotsu
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♛- PLAY-HARD II
1st part / 2nd part / (3rd Part Requires Mature Audience- Sexual Themes)
Series Masterlist ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆
➸ INTERESTS; - olo'eyktan!jake x fem!omatikayan reader
➸ BACKGROUND; - working alongside Moat has helped you and your family in various ways, as a way to repay her for your free working she pairs you along side Toruk Makto to aid him in small departments he needs assistance in, but more importantly to find a Tsahik suitable for the Olo'eyktan, but he isn't always cooperative.
➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 3.3k slight age gap (25 & 21), takes place after the great war, slow burn, heavy jealousy, power imbalance, pet names, derogatory language, arguing, more angst in this one 🌸, heavy tension, sexual tension (jake), small amount of fluff, masturbation (male), fighting, violence, blood, bruising, crying.
➸a.i; - second chapter (first one is linked above) i’m so happy you guys enjoyed the first one thank u so much :((. this one is pretty much jake being a bit of a dick + za’yukto confrontation, but jake makes it up in the end so 😭, but i hope u guys enjoy. i had to make jake speak some na’vi cuz it’s just so sexy when he does it (reminded me of this vid https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JmBmx9/ ) 🌸
*navi translation will be provided*
You weren’t wrong about last night, this morning was going to be a very, very, long morning.
You weren’t sure what triggered it exactly, but today was not going to be your day, you’re already late for your early morning sessions with Mo’at and planning with Jake.
When she saw you the first thing she did was laugh at you, telling you to check your reflection, to which you did and nearly dropped at the very sight.
Your hair was a mess, face drained of its pure color and brightness, with hickies plastered all over your body as if it was some sort of canvas.
“Oh great mother..” You gasped, your frail hands running against your neck and collarbone softly. Unlike the aftermath of human alcohol, your memories of last night remained with you, every single event, especially Za’yu’s last words to you before you fell asleep.
You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t hurt you, they definitely did. Enough for you to wake up this morning with dried tears on your face. Especially with the aftermath of just wanting to remain friends afterwards, which you knew would be impossible, so you just repeated to yourself to just avoid him.
You quickly finished with Mo’at, collecting all she left for you in your satchel before departing again. As long as I don’t mention last night all should be fine, you thought, holding onto a small sheer of hope that Jake wouldn’t mention it either, but of course as you learned, Ewya doesn’t always work in favors of others.
Before you were able to properly greet Jake he had taken a seat at the large table, all other warriors and clan officials leaving shortly before.
“You’re late” He said, not even bothering to look at you, taking a tight band off of his wrist to tie his hair back into a swift ponytail. You could sense the aggravation in his voice, so you decided to tread carefully. “I’m sorry, I woke up late this morning and I had to visit the Tsahik and-“
“Yeah you can go ahead and save it, your friend already passed by and said you weren’t feeling well so you most likely wouldn’t show. You obviously had a lot of fun last night.” He quickly cut in, his hands now interlocked with one another looking directly at you, you slowly decided to take a seat across from him on the other side of the table, looking at him in disbelief and scoffing.
“Respectfully as the olo’ektyan whatever I do and whoever I do it with is none of your concern.” You quickly spat at him, he just smirked slightly lifting up his hand to point at your neck. “It kind of is if you’re my assistant and you walk in here looking like that, you’re making me look bad pretty.” He simply stated, now chuckling at your embarrassed manner.
“As if you weren’t too busy with your own friend to even consider the fact I was at last nights celebration” You muttered, hearing him scoff meaning he heard you.
“You yourself told me to put myself out there, plus it-“
“Do you like her?” You quickly cut him off, eager to know the answer, eager to know if you should let every ounce of pride and love seep out of you at this very moment, he seemed suprised at your question, shaking his head and laughing. “Hell no, it started off as a little joke, plus she’s a bad kisser” He said, looking for an expression on your face to which your frown quickly turned into a smile as you giggled softly at his response, he smiled slightly. “You’re one to ask me these questions, I should’b askin’ you the same thing, you got a boyfriend without tellin me pretty?” He asked, his head tilted the exact same way it was yesterday when he asked about Za’yukto, you just shook your head, your smile fading after remembering last nights events.
“No we’re not together, he’s not really… he’s not looking for anyone right now-“ You paused, seeing Jake’s face contort slowly, a small look of disgust plastered on his face. “Why do you care anyway?” You asked quickly, to which he looked up at you, then back down to the table.
You quickly caught on to his actions, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. This whole conversation Jake has refused to look you in the eyes or make eye contact anywhere else other than his hands or the table, why?
“I care about you, you know that already. Right now you’re the closest person to me and I want nothing but the best for you” He replied, his right hand swiftly going under the table to rest on his large thigh.
You nodded slightly, thanking him, watching his face slowly change.
“Did you fuck him?” He asked, eyes now trailing all over your body and your face, seeing your face heat up slightly. “No, no, ewya of course not, we were almost close to but no, now that I’m reconsidering it I don’t think I would’ve wanted him to” You confess in full honesty, watching Jake’s tired face, he grunted softly seeming to re-adjust something, possibly his loincloth, not removing his eyes from you. “Did he touch you?” He asked, slowly hunching over the table, you brushed your fingers against your collarbone softly, concerned of why Jake would ask you personal questions as such, but nodded slightly, not daring to look him in the eye. “So who do you want, what is it that you really want kid?” He gasps slowly, practically eye-fucking you, watching as you readjusted your top and ran your fingers through your thick hair again, placing your hands on your lap and looking down at them, not knowing what to answer him.
“I… i’m.. I don’t know what I want” You confessed, still looking down into your lap listening to Jake grunt softly. What was his problem? Is he sick or something? His breathing now was heavier than before and he seemed to be twitching a bit. “Are you okay? Are you unwell?” You ask him, slowly preparing yourself to get up. “No, no, i’m fine, you don’t have to -mm- you don’t have to get up, m’okay, m’just tired kid.” He said, slowly lowering his head to rest in his left hand, his right hand not leaving his side, soon enough instructing you could go home as you yourself didn’t seem well either, and that you could stop by later in the day to go through the next war party plans for the next eclipse.
Soon after you left and closed the entrance flap behind you Jake slowly backs up his seat, his back leaning against his chair as he quickens the pace of his right hand on his hard erection. “Fuck y/n..” He moans softly and throws his head back, pleasuring himself.
It’s not his fault, it’s not like you would’ve done it for him, it’s just the way you walked in, so vulnerable and so uptight, your body decorated in his favor, your shyness and slick attitude didn’t help him either.
Don’t get him wrong, he hated the fact someone else was the one who got to have their fun with you, and the fact you had someone else in mind, but if he was the one who had his fun with you he would’ve done more than give you a few love bites.
It was wrong what he was doing, of course he knew that he just didn’t care, he believed you were attempting to tease him on purpose, and if that was the case it definitely worked,because right now he was a mess.
During your earlier conversation he did adjust his loincloth, feeling as if it was painfully suffocating him, just to a point where he shifted it to the side and required attention, all up until now, currently sitting with his legs spread, sweating slightly as his residue was all over his thigh, sighing heavily before cleaning himself up.
If someone were to ask Jake how he felt about you he would answer that he doesn’t know, and he isn’t lying he really doesn’t know.
Over the span of 4-5 months he’s grown very fond and close with you, which he liked, he liked you and the relationship you guys had, he’s always thanked Mo’at none stop for making you two cross paths. Of course he knew eventually things would change when he finds a mate suitable enough to become the next Tsahik, and that you two wouldn’t be as close as you are now, which scares him a bit.
He had lost Grace and Tsu’tey already, of course he’s still close with Norm but with you it was different, you knew it too, neither of you could just explain it properly.
He knew how you made him fell though, like he was a little teenager back on earth with 100,000 thoughts rushing through his mind at once, feeling as if he was in his younger prime, always in constant tension with you, whether romantic or sexual, but he figured it was normal. As olo’ektyan he had various duties, one of them being so all best friends say and do the same things you and him do.
One things for certain is that Jake himself knows is that if someone asked if he was in love with you he wouldn’t give a direct answer.
All he does for you is to protect you, and you’ve argued about that before, you even told him he isn’t your father nor your mate and shouldn’t make any decisions for you, and with that he quickly stopped talking, cringing slightly.
Tsyeyk te’ suli is many things, and many things he’s proud of or sure of, but his relationship with you and his feelings towards you? Yet to be known, however something must’ve been his weakness; you.
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After taking a quick nap you decided to go down towards the village forest in hopes of finding more of the herbs you used last night, finding out earlier you had absolutely none left as Za’yukto used the last of it. While greeting the children and other young na’vi you bumped into a very familiar face.
“I’m so sorry!! Oh, y/n! This can’t be a coincidence the way I keep bumping into you” She laughed softly, hoping to lighten the mood. “Ninat, hello” You said with a deadpan look, yet again not bothering to have a conversation with her, quickly turning around just for her to call out to you and last nights activity, you just nodded your head, repeating that it was alright.
“Is something wrong? You seem upset” She stated, cocking her head to the side, placing a hand on your shoulder, one you quickly removed with a smile. “No i’m fine it’s just-“
“Ninat, oe maweypey fe’pey nga yawne.” [Ninat, I have been waiting for, my beloved] A voice quickly cut you off coming from right behind you. You quickly turned around nearly bumping into the man. “Ngaytxoa, I was just catching up with a friend, let me introduce you, this is y/n, y/n this is my husband Re’kak” [I apologize] She spoke proudly, pointing to you and back to him. Your jaw nearly dropped with shock
Husband? There is no way on this planet that-
“Anyways, I should get going, I hope i didn’t hood you too long y/n” Ninat said cheerfully, waving goodbye along with her husband and leaving shorty, leaving you completely dumbfounded.
Shortly after they left you decided to leave yourself, going straight home not even to bother looking for the herb you needed, just agreeing that you’d eventually visit your other friends huts and either ask them, or Mo’at for any to see what they’d say.
On your way back home you began ranting out loud, completely ignoring any other na’vi or creature that would’ve been around. You asked yourself what would be going through her mind to do something like that, especially last night, your eyes didn’t deceive you, and this morning with Jake clarified that.
Jake.
Did he know? If he knew that makes matters even worse, but if he didn’t know you should tell him. Partially you began to blame yourself, you were just in contact with the girl two weeks ago and she made it clear she was available, unless if she was lying.
You sighed heavily before reaching your hut, just to find the flat to it wide open and light peering inside, you stepped inside cautiously before grabbing your trusted dagger that rested on your lower back, honestly you took it with you to cut some fruits and herbs, but now it would’ve had another use.
“Who’s there?!” You asked cautiously, knocking on the wooden frame of your hut harshly, alerting whoever was in your hut that you were home. You quickly caught the scent of the person, lowering your weapon and your alerted body, realizing it was just Za’yukto.
“I told you i’d be stopping by to check up on you, but you seem fine now” He laughed, coming up to hug you, just to be quickly declined by you stepping back and looking down at your feet. “Yeah, my place is a mess, I wasn’t expecting any visitors I just forgot.” You lied, making your way over to pick up the things you knocked over out of a rush this morning. “What’s wrong y/n? You don’t usually act this way with me, you act as if i’ve done something wrong.” He stated, quickly walking over to you and grabbing your wrist, his tail swishing back and forth out of anger. You rolled your eyes at him, “You say that as if you’ve never done anything wrong.” You stated, taking in his reaction as he obviously wasn’t expecting that answer. “Talun oe ley ke, especially not to you” [Because I haven’t] He quickly clicked back in response, you scoffed.
He doesn’t know that you heard him last night, that’s why he’s acting this way. “Do you think i’m stupid or something? I heard exactly what you said last night, so there’s really no need for you to be here, especially since there’s no way a friendship can be made again after last nights events. txím.” [ass.] You spit, making an emphasis on the last part. He chuckles at your demeanor, yet again not taking you seriously. Within your short friendship span with Za’yu you two have never argued, until now, everything within you was bubbling at the moment and him laughing at you, treating you as a joke? Was not helping his case or your own, and to make matters worse he just tightened his grip on your wrist.
“Stupid enough to believe I wanted you for anything else, I honestly thought it was going to be harder than that” He mumbled, but of course you heard him, immediately grabbing the closest vase and smashing it against his head, quickly cutting yourself in the process, screaming and cursing him in your native language, tears quickly streaming down your face.
“Kalweyaveng! And To Think For One Second I Found You Respectfull! I Don’t Ever Want To See You Again! If You Ever Come Near Me, Oe Tam Pxek Maitstal Fte Lím Vay Nga Txím-“ [I will shove my knife so far up your ass-] You we’re quickly cut off by Za’yukto releasing you from his grasp, hissing softly as he placed his hands up as a sign of surrender, backing away slowly and leaving your hut. You slowly backed him out , the sharp shard of the vase left in your hand, hissing harshly while your tail stood still and your ears flattened down in defense until he was finally gone within the forest.
Out of safety and fear you held on tightly to your new weapon, turning around to pick up your satchel off of your bed and placing it around your hip. “There’s no way i’m sleeping here tonight” You mumbled to yourself, scratching your head softly, remembering you had to visit Jake anyway, surely he would be able to help.
Not wanting to be alone you slowly walked towards the side of your hut, to where your ikran was soundly asleep, to where you slowly woke her up, of course the sun was beginning to set, time was never in your favor. As soon as she rose she greeted you, cheering happily while you petted her with a smile on your face. “I know it’s been a while i’m sorry” You said, placing a kiss onto her head while climbing her back softly and making tsaheylu and shortly departing. The ride felt longer than usual, giving you enough time to think of the events that just occurred within your own home, you cried softly, you felt stupid and weak, letting someone take advantage of you so quickly and wondering how long Za’yu had been lying to you. You quickly wiped your face upon your arrival at Jake’s hut, of course being larger than any other na’vi’s due to his role as olo’eyktan and toruk makto it wasn’t hard to spot from afar. Your ikran soon landed and you thanked her for her service to which she chirped in response, sniffling softly as you slowly opened the flap of Jake’s home, announcing it was just you and asking if you were busy.
“Hey kid, you were supposed to be here a while ago” He spoke, his back facing you as he spoke, you sighed with relief that he wasn’t upset at your tardiness. “I know, I had something to deal with um… earlier at home” You said, cringing softly at remembering earlier’s events attempting not to tear up again. “Do you still have the plans from todays meeting I mis-“
“D’ ya smell that?” Jake asked, cutting you off, quickly setting down what he was doing and turning his head slightly, inhaling deeply. You shook your head, you too attempting to follow his lead and inhale to find nothing different about the room. “R’ya bleeding pretty? It smells like blood and it smells strong” He states, his body now fully turned to you, slowly walking up to you looking you up and down and taking in your state, seeing your hand he quickly rushes over to you and takes your smaller hand into his larger one, opening it and removing the broken vase you refused to let go of, you quickly whined and winced at the pain in your hand. “What happened to you?” He asked in a serious tone, checking your face and body for any other injuries, “It broke” You simply stated, turning your head to look anywhere but his face, he rolled his eyes, than pausing after checking your other arm, spotting your bruised wrist, his face changing from a worried expression to an angry expression.
“What’s this huh? What happened to you? You left me this mornin’ fine and now you’re here injured an-“ He quickly paused, resting a hand onto the side of your face, making you look up at him.
“You’re cryin’.” He growled, holding your face with more force than before, feeling your cheeks squish under his large fingertips. You gulped softly, honestly you can’t remember the last time you saw Jake mad like this, it scared you more than anything. “I’m fine really, m’oka-“
“Ngeya kxeste peng oe pesu fihasey?” [You gonna tell me who did this?] Jake questioned, cutting you off, his face just centimeters away from yours, his jaw clenched as he raised a brow at you.
Oh how easy it is to get into trouble, but so hard to get out of it.
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gently slaps down all my negative feelings about darby’s current situation that I am processing :/
darby’s promo with brody is sitting so uncomfortably in darby’s progression this year, for me :s darby’s bookings have been understandably chaotic for the second half of the year and a lot of it has been hastily thrown together without much build. brody for his wrestledream match definitely isn’t what we’d hoped could happen at this venue, but it’s fine. like, that’s fine, a match between them is always a good time and they never truly stop trying to kill each other, so it can be picked up easily. the brief build up has been good, they’re good at hating each other, I love that they’re bringing their real history into this and issues around being in the company tie in with the overall themes. buuuut then it just..feels wrong. it feels so conflicting with the promos he was just doing with mox. the build to darby holding the world title started at sting’s retirement, and despite the unexpected scenarios that came about due to his injuries he’s had a really strong year. he’s been the company guy, he’s been booked in ways that show he’s no longer a loner and is reliable to work with, he’s done some great matches and promos, he got very directly involved in the takeover storyline. it’s been random at times but served to keep elevating who he is as darby without sting. the mox promos were so good because they were so real. darby isn’t at all the person he was 5 years ago, in all senses, in strength and confidence and maturity and his goals and purpose. if you watch his interviews this has been very clear in him as a person too — he’s a confident talker now, he’s relaxed, he’s very good natured, and he talks a lot about what good care he takes of his body and mind. he’s also talked a lot recently about why he thinks he could be the face of the company. he’s approached it respectfully and cautiously. sooo suddenly throwing it out there as a definite, as a taunt, was kind of. ok! darby’s purposes seems so crossed — he cares for brody, they have this history, he’s glad brody worked for it and made it, but also mad that he wants more? unfortunately everest is looming in the future again, and it is a big issue for him because he can’t be the face of the company or hold the world title and just leave. cody just said this to him. brody saying it is right. ‘darby has a deathwish’ puts him right back where he used to be and undoes all the work that’s gone into proving he’s changed and become someone who would be a good champ. but! unfortunately! the fucking mountain is real and it’s happening and it’s very hard to get around that this soon won’t be a good time for him to be too significant
the whole thing feels confused. brody being angry at darby makes way more sense than darby being bratty like this. in kayfabe his confidence is shaken and he’s doubting himself after losing his shot, maybe he’s just supposed to seem like he’s going back to his erratic ways. the promo is good and bad because it’s real and genuine in places and then feels like they’re having separate conversations and darby is just obnoxiously wound up over his own ego..which is the polar opposite of who he is. fuck, who knows, maybe that heel turn will happen. he’s become such a strong talker but very literally doesn’t have an answer to what brody is saying. because of the spectre of this fucking mountain. it does just plain reflect badly on him, and all the ‘I shouldn’t have made it but I did’ talk isn’t changing that he’s doing something so risky that’ll take him out of work for 2 months at a point where he’s having a push to be vital to the company. I love my boy and respect that he really feels he needs to do this, it’s probably still gonna be tied in with charity work, and tk seems on board with it being good promotion for the company — it’s always been about aew too. everything darby does is about and for aew! he IS a great candidate to be the face of the company. this is just a really weird sticky strange situation and I’m excited to see them fight but kind of lalala not listening to the purpose they’re trying to give it
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I’m so hyped to see what’s coming next in the throuple au the ending of last chapter had me bouncing and grinning 🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼
Also so intrigued by whatever’s going on in the swedish supernatural au 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 (i found the non-christmassy emoji)
THANK YOU <3
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“I told you how important you are to me. That you’re family. I said I’ll never leave you behind, I… I said it.”
Buck furrows his eyebrows. Those things are obviously huge. A big deal. Transformative for Buck, really. But that’s not what Buck is asking.
“You kissed me,” Buck says.
Eddie gives him a look like, yeah, duh.
“What do you feel about that?” Buck asks. “Because it’s important, Eddie. I… I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me.”
“I love you!” Eddie blurts. “Obviously, I fucking love you, Buck!”
Buck’s jaw drops. There was nothing obvious about that.
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie sighs, seeing Buck’s reaction. “Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Buck shakes his head. “Uh, is it… Is it not true?”
“It’s true,” Eddie mutters, face red.
Buck feels the corners of his mouth twitching towards a smile.
“Uh…” He starts, struggling to find the right words. “I obviously haven’t had time to think or process this. But… Okay, now that it’s on my radar, I think… Well, I think the way I feel about you is probably not normal.”
Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Not normal?”
“Nope,” Buck confirms. “I thought… Wow, having a best friend is crazy. I have butterflies all the time and I-I want to spend all my time with him and everything he does is so cool.”
Eddie snorts. “Come on.”
“No, I mean it!” Buck insists. “And god, remember when you started? I was a total freak!”
“You were,” Eddie agrees.
“I think…” The realization hits Buck with total clarity. “I think I’ve had a pretty embarrassing crush on you this whole time, Eddie. I just didn’t know I could.”
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It takes Eddie probably two to three minutes of staring at himself in the bathroom mirror to really believe it. Like, he can see it. But he also thought he was hallucinating all the leaves until Buck mentioned them. He could be hallucinating this, couldn’t he? It would make more sense if he was.
Because how on earth is supposed to explain a fucking tail sprouting out of his lower back?
The strangest part is, it’s not like… A human tail. Not that humans have tails. Typically. But it can happen. Birth defects and mutations and whatnot. If it was a human tail, like skin and bone and muscle or whatever goes into it, then Eddie could think maybe there was a human cause behind it. But the thing extending from the bottom of Eddie’s tailbone doesn’t look human at all. For one, it’s… Well, he wants to say hair, but really, it looks like fur. He’d touch it to confirm but he’s way too freaked out. It’s a muted orangey color, with streaks of darker brown and white.
“Like a fox,” Buck says, not at all helpfully. Because why the fuck would Eddie have a fox tail?
And that’s all without mentioning the other things. The pointed teeth. The pointed ears. The new sort of movement in his irises.
“So, this has… Never happened before?” Buck asks.
“What?” Eddie turns to him and gapes.
Buck looks up at the ceiling, respectfully. Eddie completely forgets that he’s standing entirely naked. Right. Buck didn’t come here for a full view of Eddie’s dick. Sighing, Eddie bends to grab the blanket and wrap it around himself again.
“Of course this hasn’t happened before,” he explains. “I have no fucking clue what happened.”
“Did a fox bite you recently?” Buck asks.
“What?” Eddie finds himself asking again.
“You know… If a fox bit you, and now maybe you’re turning into a fox…”
“Are you asking if I’m a werewolf fox?”
“Were-fox, I think.”
“I didn’t get bit by a fox! I’m not a were-fox!”
Buck raises his hands in surrender.
“Okay, sorry. Just… Spitballing?”
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Tayzzyronth & Oroboros: Aeons of Deadly Sins
****Honkai star rail spoilers/simulated universe spoilers/swarm disaster spoilers****
*The moment Herta described them as being arch enemies, my mind immediately started falling into a rabbit hole trying to analyze them both & some thoughts have been cooking lol
So who are these 2 Aeons? They recently have made more formal appearances (we finally get to see their forms) in the newest hsr patch specifically in simulated universe
Tayzzyronth is the Aeon of Propagation & Oroboros is the Aeon of Voracity; propagation refers to reproduction while voracity is excessive eating
I’d like to suggest that Tayzzyronth & Oroboros are aeons that represent 2 of the 7 deadly sins: lust & gluttony respectfully
*Note: lust can refer to extremely strong sexual desires but without sexual connotations it simply refers to an extremely strong desire/emotion for something you crave*
Tayzzyronth often self-replicated & the heirs they created eventually became their faction, the Swarm
The reason why they started reproducing was bc they feared being alone since they were the last of the Coleoptera (scientific name for beetle) so they had an extremely strong desire to procreate
As for Oroboros, they devour everything that gets in their way since everything including worlds will simply return to the void in the end
Now that we’ve established how they depict lust & gluttony, let’s look at their dynamic
Both are said to have been enemies & it seems that Tayzzyronth died in a war (which involved Oroboros) at the hands of multiple Aeons according to Kafka
What I find interesting is that (like in my analyses of Lan & Yaoshi and Nanook & IX) they have a few similarities
For instance what they do is mindless (all Tayzzyronth & Oroboros can think of/do are self-replicate & consume; I think it’s important to remember that doing mindless tasks doesn’t always equate to intelligence especially when they do it in repetitive cycles; the word mindless usually gets associated w/ low intelligence which Herta implies that Tayzzyronth & the Swarm have)
They may represent different deadly sins but they are different manifestations of greed in essence, all being forms of excessive desires
They also both have similar color palettes where they use cool colors (various shades of purple) which are paired with some reds or blues; to me this is showing that in spite of their differences they do share some similarities/vibes (not evil per se but destructive)
Now to look at their dynamic from a different light, I want to first point to how them being enemies makes sense if we consider what creatures they resemble
Tayzzyronth as we already know is based off insects, the beetle to be more precise, while Oroboros is based off the mythological ouroboros which was usually a tail-devouring serpent; irl snakes & insects are normally enemies & snakes are the ones usually devouring insects although the reverse situation is also possible
Perhaps it is bc both are representative of different aspects of greed that they both would end up being enemies in the end anyway if they are to fight for dominance in this world (going back to the idea of survival of the “fittest”, meaning the stronger concept would prevail in this case)
If that is the case, the end of Tayzzyronth could imply that the desire to devour is stronger than the desire to procreate but I don’t think that’s exactly how it is because there is some irony to be found here
Even though Tayzzyronth has been deceased for some time, the Swarm still remains & they still are a menace to the universe due to the destruction they can cause, all of this while Oroboros doesn’t seem to leave any trace of the worlds they have devoured so I think that even though the Propagation is gone, their concept still has influence in the universe w/ as much “strength”/importance as the voracity
I’m really glad to have seen Tayzzyronth & Oroboros in the swarm disaster mode of simulated universe bc for me it looks like the Aeons have interesting & complex relationships with each other and I can’t seem to get over them 😂 I also like the designs of the aeons
They just have so much in their designs & stories which fascinate me, it’s just really fun chilling in the pool of aeon lore & dynamics :3
#honkai star rail#hsr#honkai star rail spoilers#honkai star rail lore#hsr aeons#hsr tayzzyronth#hsr oroboros#hsr simulated universe#hsr swarm disaster
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CBS Ghost Pilot -Sophie & Trevor
Here's the first of my Metas for CBS Ghosts. I've made some updates to it. OG Post on Jmaganbo92.
In the first scene, most of the ghosts have taken light of Sophie’s death. They’ve been dead for ages and are happy that she’s at least comfortable (although many of them express sadness - anger in Thor’s case - that she got ‘sucked off’ when they haven’t). But you know who doesn’t react that way? Trevor.
He looks and behaves quite solemnly. Why? Because he’s the Baby Ghost - not only is this probably the FIRST time that he’s seen anyone die.
There’s also a good chance that he's met Sophie in life - David Woodstone (one of his bros) is her son and given that he mentions ‘hitting the country estate’ and the group familiar with ‘Woodstone’s secret Drug Drawer’, there’s a good chance they go there for special parties and a good chance Trevor met her.
Imagine what he’s feeling right now. This woman, who’s been dying all alone, the woman who was his friend’s mother, is dying and it’s the first person since his OWN death to die. We see a glimpse of his not quite used to be a ghost as everyone else is later on, but I wanted to bring attention to this first moment.
Trevor’s sitting beside her, note he’s the only one sitting. He speaks quietly, respectfully and he looks quite saddened. The only other ghosts that show similar behavior are Hetty (because it’s her relative), but she’s easily distracted. And Sass, who shushes everyone when it’s about to happen.
It's interesting that the other ghosts focus on their own deaths, although making it about them, rather than Sophie.
I wonder if other deaths in the house of Hetty's relatives had Alberta wanting to sing for them, and that's why Hetty seems a bit sour at the idea that Alberta's singing is making it about her.
I do love the groups' faces and that Hetty gets to introduce herself first.
Flower's intro is hilarious when you consider the faces of Isaac and Sass behind her. Plus, making a joke about her death like the others dislike, but she's a younger ghost, so it makes sense.
LMAO - Thor! He's like "Name - Cod". The looks on their faces are just like Seriously, man?
Isaac's like "Gotta get this back on track".
Isaac doesn't introduce himself, interesting. But he does begin his "we are ghosts" speech, which I'm pretty sure he invented because he was disappointed with Thor and Sass' intros to him.
It's interesting that they all have different reactions. Isaac's disappointed, Pete's happy for her, Hetty's looks happy and sad, Thor's upset because he wants to be sucked off, Crash is like "what a drag", Alberta questions what's going to happen to their home, which prompts Hetty's worries... I like how Irishmen are on par with Murderers and Perverts. LMAO Hetty!
They abandoned her body pretty quick. Just like "Meh". Also, interesting, how long were they standing there?
Pete's already talking about the possibilities for the next owner, but back to Trevor.
He’s the last to leave interestingly enough. I don’t know - I just wonder what he was thinking. How he was feeling. Feels different for him & perhaps Hetty.
Perhaps this should’ve been my first point regarding my HMoney scenes - the connection with Sophie’s death COULD be why she’s holding onto him later on.
I also wonder if the reason we see him telling a party story in the next scene is because Pete's like 'we need to cheer him up, so it's his turn'. Trevor's very much a 'avoid sad things' person, so I could see this being his idea to try and get passed the sadness.
ANYWAY, feel free to chat. I'm reposting rather than reblogging because it wasn't showing up in the tag and I feel like there's no use if things don't work as intended.
#cbs ghosts#ghosts cbs#trevor lefkowitz#hetty woodstone#Pilot#Sophie Woodstone#isaac higgintoot#Flower#Thor#Sasappis#Alberta Haynes
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could you do 10 for calcadora please.
sorry it took me so long! the last (but not least) kissi prompt!
10. …desperately.
At some point “beautiful” gets cheap. Perfect faces, smooth skin, proportional bodies — decades back it was enough to get her interested, but now? Her glance just slides among these petty pretties: good enough for a toy, but toys are meant to be broken easily.
“Theodora…”
A plea mixed with a threat, he’s still resisting, despite cuts on his skin, old and new, despite hatred and desire in his voice. Good. “Easily” means boring, and Calcazar never makes a mistake to bore her.
“Look at you,” Theodora leans forward, smiling. “You insisted you would need anything but your will.”
Her fingers barely touch ropes digging into his flesh, underlying relief of tense muscles.
“You barely holding yourself back, Calcazar. What’s with your self-control today?”
“Always seeing problems on the other side,” he shakes his head. “Maybe I just want it to end. I don’t have much time, Theodora.”
“Who does? But it changes nothing. You know the rules: you will have to ask respectfully.”
A grin flashes across his lips in an attempt to mask his true feelings, but she knows him enough to see through it.
“I’m getting tired of it, so be it,” he says, as if exausted. “Let me touch you, Theodora.”
She just clicks her tongue.
“I said “respectfully.” But you seem to forget your place, soldier, and your superiours. Say it.”
Something not breaks but shifts in his eye making her feel the rush of adrenaline taking all over her body. The edge, here and now, this could be it, the moment when Calcazar gives up — or a moment of twist, that would change the balance of the play.
Doesn’t matter if any of them is in chains — the other is never safe.
She bites her lip inside her mouth, hiding anticipation, and then, finally, hears:
“Lady Theodora.”
This time she leaves her victory for herself, locking it behind her unimpressed expression. No words or smiles, just a single gesture — her hand brought to his face, the first touch allowed.
And then she gets it, her prize, in the desperation he presses his lips against her skin with, in a half-hidden sigh of shame and relief, in that almost moan he gives out. But what makes her hold her breath is the feeling of this victory not being final: this game could be played again and again, with unpredictable results.
In some sense they are both forces of nature, wind and water, who could ally or compete, complementing or putting out each other, equal in their power.
That's why seeing this power harnessed by her will, Theodora can’t take her eyes off it.
This is her new “beautiful”.
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That story is from last June yet no one seems to be able to find it or show proof of it…. //
Just because YOU don’t know how to find the proof doesn’t mean it isn’t there. It’s not a story, it’s a post directly on their grid from July 2022 about them visiting New England.
No one wants to post the video/link itself because 1) when something gets shared no one knows how to stay out of people’s comments and DMs and keep it to Tumblr 2) you’re just going to dismiss it anyway and say it’s fake, so why do you really care? You don’t actually want proof. Jesus.
I found the grid you are talking about, they went there to get inspiration since they have an upcoming project that is New England-inspired. They stayed at a little house and went to Boston, New York, etc.
And at this point, I'm done with this whole house thing. Don't say I will say it's fake because you know it's a lie. I never say I don't believe something when there is actual proof of it. Here we had the whole Portugal thing; I didn't believe it, then we got a picture, and I immediately posted it. But I won't believe anything random people say online until there is proof of it.
People know nothing about this house. They decided it must be his because Tara sold it, and he posted three trees that looked similar to those in front of the house. That's why people think it's his. But even if it is, does anybody know if he is actually living there? What if he only bought it as an investment? Maybe he is renting it to someone.
People jump to conclusions in a second.
Maybe because I'm on team PR and the way they behave around each other and how this whole relationship is made it hard to believe they actually would want to move in together, but to me, renovating this house and moving in together doesn't really make sense. Even if we consider them getting married and having kids, why would they need a house with seven bedrooms when he already has five in Concord with 4.5 baths? He likes living there, and he's been for years now.
I don't want to talk about this whole Carlisle house anymore, at least for now. I'm tired of it, and we know nothing about it. Every single time I write down my concerns, people attack me, asking why I'm so stupid when it's clearly his. Okay, you believe this; I don't. It's that easy. I'm trying to change your opinion. I'm just writing down why I think we can't say anything for sure.
Nobody forces anybody to be here; I never once blocked anybody just because they were on Team Real or anything like that. If you can't respect me and write down your opinion respectfully, even if it's entirely different from mine, please leave.
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The Aspects of Knowledge and Wisdom
For a few months now, I’ve been in a weird limbo with my spirituality where I have a strong pull to something, but have been hesitating to pursue it because it feels like I’m doing something “deviant.” That no one does this. I guess I’ve been researching a good amount, but I haven’t been following up, if that makes sense.
Today I sort of took a step back, reviewed basically everything I understand, and everything I would like to look into and understand. And I realize that it doesn’t really matter if no one else does this (and to be fair, I don’t really believe that NO ONE else has thought these things or incorporated these things into their beliefs). If I feel a pull to it, I should investigate and see if it leads me somewhere. There’s no actual “pagan police” coming to arrest me if I do something different (though I think a lot of people can act like that…).
Basically, I love the God and the Goddess of Wicca as a framework to understand the Divine. I revere the Horned God and the Lady of the Moon, while recognizing that they may also have different aspects or emanations (to use a concept from Hinduism that has always stuck with me). There are different forms of the Divine (which may manifest as gods, spirits, ideas, anything really), but each of them is unique and specific for a particular place, people, culture, time, individual. Ultimately, I think I buy the whole “all spiritualities are valid” as a result. (I think it’s a metaphor in Buddhism that we are all on many paths up the mountain, but they all lead to Nirvana, or something like that…)
I also love the ritual and “formality” of Wicca because it’s much like my Catholic background, only not as formal. I don’t really feel bad and have to apologize if I misspeak a prayer, or forget what I was going to say, or all of a sudden have to get up and pee in the middle of a ritual. I just kinda laugh and try again, or say “well, I’m sure you know what I’m trying to say!”, or respectfully ask to be excused. (I think the “cutting a door in the magic circle to leave and return” is really cute for some reason.) Point being that I don’t have to feel shame. I don’t have to beg forgiveness. I apologize when I do wrong, but now I know that not every trivial misstep or harmless pleasure is a sin. My gods love me, know me, and are always patient and ready to guide me.
But despite how liberating paganism has been for me, I know that I can’t just delete my Catholic past and pretend like it never happened. It WAS an important part of my life. And it IS important to my past, my heritage, my culture and traditions. I’m not going to pretend like it has no effect whatsoever on my spirituality now, because it does. And I’m happy accepting that.
All this to say that I unexpectedly got caught up in studying Gnostic ideas and texts for a while, and even though Jesus is no longer a part of my faith (I respect and regard him much like a Bodhisattva, an enlightened individual in Buddhism who tries to help others also reach enlightenment), I still find a lot of resonance in various Gnostic ideas and themes. And from all that, I’ve also found that the school of Luciferian thought has really brought me a lot of inspiration, guidance, and peace. I feel that a Divine entity has reached out to me in the guise of Lucifer. He is and he is not the Horned God of the witches. He is and he is not a fallen angel or demon. He is and he is not a part of Christian or pagan thought.
My encounters with and feelings about him are complex. For a time, I think I mistook him for the Morrigan, as it was a god(dess) guiding me through pain and suffering, facing the dark truths about myself, and urging me to assert and fight for my truth and my agency. (Ravens were involved as well, for some reason.) But after a lot of work and reflection I decided this entity didn’t really fit her. There was softness and light and something more familiar than the Irish mythology I was only just learning about. So I respectfully honored An Morrigan and backtracked to re-examine who this was.
Maybe it was just another face of the Goddess I was already connected to? (I concluded not quite. It felt feminine sometimes but not the same kind of feminine I was already familiar with, if that makes sense.) But I also felt the call to pursue knowledge, cast out my old doubts and guilt, and not be afraid. Guess who kept popping up in my studies after that…? (And guess who isn’t particularly bound to one gender or another, either…?)
Lucifer has a lot of interesting interconnectivity with various myths, legends, and spiritualities, so I feel like he genuinely belongs in my practice. A fitting aspect to honor my old spirituality while also guiding me into the new. But my gnosis had one more puzzle for me.
One meditation I did for the Goddess gave me a mysterious vision of her and Lucifer together, before he “fell” and took on the guise of the Witchfather to continue guiding the Goddess’s children in secret. Guiding those who questioned “authority” to the light and truth, to knowledge and free will. How does the Goddess fit in, though? I didn’t really understand or have a good explanation until recently, when I started researching… Sophia. Embodiment of Wisdom in Greek mythology, and Jewish and Christian schools of thought. And (depending on who you ask) the Divine Feminine figure in Gnosticism.
And then suddenly everything a lot made more sense.
She is the Wisdom to Lucifer’s knowledge. She is creation itself while he illuminates her true nature. She is his other Divine half, while he is hers. When I studied her and pondered her nature, her name resonated in my heart and just felt right.
All this to say that Lucifer and (perhaps) Sophia have unexpectedly fallen into my life as possible aspects to understanding the Divine. New faces of the God and Goddess I already honor… or so I hope. Again, I’ve hesitated to pursue anything yet.
The only thing that was giving me pause was the knowledge that pagans don’t really like Christianity trickling into their spaces. I’ve seen the condemnations of others before. But that was before today, when I remembered I made a promise to the Goddess at the new moon.
“Live life free of the restraints of others. Find my true self.”
I’m going to run up this path and see where it leads me.
#personal#upg#wicca#eclectic wicca#paganism#god#goddess#book of shadows#ex catholic#ex christian#luciferianism#theistic luciferianism#deity worship
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Respectfully, I disagree!
Firstly, there really isn’t any evidence that Celegorm was even thinking of Aredhel when he kidnapped Lúthien. The published silm says:
So great was her sudden beauty revealed beneath the sun that Celegorm became enamoured of her; but he spoke her fair, and promised that she would find help in her need, if she returned with him now to Nargothrond.
Celegorm explicitly desires Lúthien. Although his plot to marry her is partly because he wants to gain the kingship of Doriath (bizarre logic on his part imo, but irrelevant at present), the text is also pretty clear that he is enamoured of her for her beauty. This isn’t some cold-blooded revenge plot; Aredhel’s name does not come up once in the Leithian and there’s no reason to suggest her fate was on Celegorm’s mind.
If Celegorm’s abduction and attempted rape of Lúthien IS some kind of strange plot for revenge, he also doesn’t do a very good job of it, considering that he explicitly writes to Thingol asking for his permission to marry Lúthien. Again, I don’t know why he was expecting any response from Thingol other than “fuck you”, but if he were considering this as revenge for Aredhel then you’d imagine he would have simply married Lúthien by force, rather than asking her father’s permission to marry her. (Which is still awful, to be clear. Lúthien is not an object! But Celegorm is technically acting more lawfully than Eöl was.)
Secondly… well, sometimes I think the fandom has a tendency to overstate Celegorm and Aredhel’s friendship. They were certainly close! But Aredhel doesn’t seem to have any particular qualms about vanishing off to a hidden city without contacting Celegorm for two hundred years. When she does come to Himlad, she grows bored enough waiting for Celegorm’s return that she wanders off after only a few months in his halls. And when she and Maeglin eventually flee Nan Elmoth, they make not for Himlad, which is much closer and would make a lot more sense as a refuge, but to Gondolin.
(Speaking of which, if Celegorm and Curufin are so fired up to avenge themselves on Aredhel, why doesn’t Curufin take the chance to kill her literal rapist and kidnapper when he encounters Eöl? It seems strange to think that he managed to restrain himself at that stage, but several decades later decided to take out all his anger about Aredhel onto… Eöl’s distant cousin instead.)
Which brings me onto my third point: I simply don’t buy that abducting and raping Lúthien would be any sort of revenge on Eöl and I don’t think any of the characters involved would think this either. In particular, I’ve seen it argued that Thingol had some sort of responsibility to stop Eöl from kidnapping Aredhel, and that kidnapping his daughter was Celegorm’s revenge for Thingol’s inaction; but was it, really?
Of old he was of the kin of Thingol, but he was restless and ill at ease in Doriath, and when the Girdle of Melian was set about the Forest of Region where he dwelt he fled thence to Nan Elmoth.
Eöl explicitly leaves Thingol’s realm when the Girdle is set. I don’t see why Thingol could have been expected to have any knowledge of or jurisdiction over Eöl’s doings, unless you take his “King of Beleriand” claim at face value.
I also think it’s a bit unfair to claim that Aredhel disapproving of Celegorm’s behaviour or empathising with Lúthien (who, thematically, has a lot in common with Aredhel: Lúthien’s whole story is named “Release from Bondage”, and Aredhel winds up in cage after cage after cage) is “whitewashed” or made into a “saintly bastion”. Personally, it seems perfectly realistic to me that her experiences would make her look upon Celegorm’s actions with disgust. Also, isn’t it rather narratively compelling to imagine that Celegorm’s cruel deeds result in his friend condemning him – in much the same way that the Silmarils burned his brothers?
Anyway, I digress. Either way, I think Aredhel can still be a perfectly flawed and angry and imperfect victim of abuse without literally supporting the rape of another woman; and I don’t think that makes her unrealistically perfect and saintly at all.
… Although it is rather satisfying to imagine her cheering on the person who actually avenged her rape and murder: namely, Turgon, who tossed Eöl off a cliff :)
Circling back, as ever, the the idea that Celegorm's treatment of Luthien was (at least in part) revenge for Aredhel.
Because often I see people responding with something along the lines of "Oh, Aredhel would be so mad at him about that!", and I am here to say: I don't necessarily buy that.
Aredhel's murder and (presumed) previous victimization do not make her some saintly bastion of virtue and Female Solidarity. It is perfectly normal and common for someone who has been wronged in some way to want revenge for that wrong, and not not care that others also become victims in the process. I don't think that's terribly uncommon among, for example, women who have been subject to domestic abuse.
Like many silm characters, I don't think we know terribly much about Aredhel as a fleshed out character/personality, but what we do know is:
She's one of the Exiled Noldor, and therefore at least superficially has a pro-revenge bias
She's actively friends with Celegorm and actively sought out his company, which suggests that to at least some degree they share values
At least by the end, her relationship with Eol had gone catastrophically, murderously bad
It is entirely possible for Aredhel to be cheering Celegorm on the whole time from Mandos. It's perfectly plausible for her to be angry, not because he wanted to rape Luthien, but because he failed to do so and thereby avenge her on Eol's kin.
It's ugly! But people so often are. And I personally think that realistic ugliness makes for more complex, chewy characters.
An Aredhel sainted and white-washed by her victimhood is so fucking boring to me.
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Sundress Season
MDNI OR I’LL STEAL YOUR TOOTH FAIRY MONEY
Vi goes feral, disrespectfully. The second she sees you saunter into the room wearing that short and dainty dress of yours, her lower half begins to burn with need. You continue on with your innocent displays, acting oblivious to the way Vi’s eyes have darkened. Intent on driving her mad. She doesn’t hide her perverted gaze at all. The way the dress snugly hugs your tits, the way it ends just below your ass. She constantly palmed you, complimenting you and flirting with you. Smacking your ass so much that you could already feel the tingle of the marks forming. It was another while of your teasing before you showed her your surprise. You bent over in front of her, revealing your bare cunt. You didn’t even have a chance to blink before you were pushed against the wall, Vi’s tongue already deep within your walls. Her muffled moans reverberated within your warmth as the slick sounds overtake your hearing. Once would not be enough for Vi.
Caitlyn goes feral, respectfully. You sat on her lap, snuggled into her neck at her desk. She quietly worked while absentmindedly traced patterns on the skin of your thigh. Every so often, she’d steal a side glance down at your breasts. When you first appeared in her office, beaming and showing her your new dress, she immediately sat you in her lap. As much as she adored how you look, she was feeling possessive. Knowing that her colleagues had seen you too on the way to her office. So, she now had a firm grip around your waist and your neck was decorated in her marks. Your plan had worked. You’d always known how possessive and borderline jealous she’d get, no matter how much she denied it. Her sharp glare and increased attention giving her away. You loved it, thinking it was cute. But, you also loved how she treated you in these moods. It never failed to excite you. You mumbled into her ear, teasing her about your bare state and that maybe some of her colleagues saw that too. Which landed you on three of her fingers, being fucked in and out of you at a rough pace. Hot breath on the shell of your ear as she repeatedly reminded you that you’re all hers, no one else can fuck you like this…..
Sevika was working on her arm, the whirr and clamps of the machinery as she tinkered filled the room in its ambience. You sat on the desk in front of her, watching as she focused quietly. She knew you were there, having you sit close to her as soon as you came home. But she never looked ‘properly’. Too deep in concentration to notice the new flowery dress you wore. You didn’t want to disturb her, but you also did, on the other hand. Your thighs shifted together as your gaze fell on her lap. At this point in the relationship, Sevika was always packing. A new habit encouraged by the both of you, but especially you. Sensing your gaze, she looked up. Her eyes finally focusing on taking you in. She smirked, standing up. Your little ploy ended with Sevika bouncing you on her cock and her forcing more than one orgasm out of you, leaving your legs wobbly.
Ellie had just gotten back from patrol, throwing her bag as soon as she got home. You bounded toward her, almost knocking her to the floor in your hug. Ellie quickly noticed the dress, going silent as she devoured you with her eyes. Her grip on you had tightened and you could see the mental struggle going through her as words escaped her. You caught her off guard. So you make it worse and bring her hand beneath the skirt, placing it on your bare hip. Ellie had immediately caught on, eyes widening. She cursed and grabbed you, bringing you to the couch. With the skirt of the dress flipped up, she latched onto your core and lapped you up like a starved woman.
I kinda sorta rushed this can you tell? 😭😭 Think I might do a part 2 with the rest of the ladies but I donno
#vi x reader#vi smut#arcane women#vi arcane#arcane headcanon#arcane x reader#tlou part ii#ellie tlou#sevika x reader#sevika#caitlyn x reader#arcane caitlyn#sevika arcane#ellie#ellie williams x reader#ellie x reader#smut
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